As a male silhouette came to life in her mind, her already hazy gaze no longer saw Asil's current face, but a face in her memories, sometimes stubborn, sometimes indifferent, sometimes cold, sometimes submissive, and sometimes smiling.
Her most precious memory, which she did not even know whether she had experienced or not, had a very special place for her. The male silhouette in her memory was different for her from all others. While the others were afraid of her, unable to look at her in front of her, or tried to be forcefully graceful, that silhouette in her memories was neither frightened, graceful, nor averted.
His gaze, free from dirty thoughts, had penetrated into her soul and made her feel things she had not felt before. She didn't know whether these memories were from her previous life or her own that she had lost while she was cursed, but all that mattered was that she remembered how precious that silhouette was to her and how painful it was to lose her.